- Erotic Poetry
- The Gift
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Click hereThe Gift
Your taste is teasing me
But life is a tease,
Tease it back.
Disarm yourself
With a smile,
Even if it's just for me.
My gift to you,
A sweet paper doll
Who thinks she is torn,
But still floats
With the wind.
Your body is but flesh,
Skin and salt
Upon my senses,
Warm and hot.
Everything that i pine for,
Yet my gut wrenches
For lack of your touch.
Empty is my soul
Without your friction.
My mind
Becomes ensnared,
By your beauty and taste.
Fill me
As i shall fill you,
Come with me
Taste the fruits of life,
And soar.
Thank you Rodrick,
my poet,my friend
for your beautiful words
and your loving kindness.
- COMMENTS
WickedEvealmost 20 years agoThis stanza really jumps out:
My gift to you,
A sweet paper doll
Who thinks she is torn,
But still floats
With the wind.
That's good.
dcpoet44almost 20 years agoof this poem. there is a tightness here that i really like. and the ending explains the whole piece. but i've never heard of a poet's name calle rodrick...but hey...why not be creative with it. nice read all the way through.
